Page 9 of Trip (Riders of Retribution #3)

Julia

I glance at the clock on Trip’s microwave for the third time in the last ten minutes. It’s nearly two in the morning, and he still isn’t back yet. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do in this situation. I’m freaking out internally, but I’ve had to put on a brave face for my sisters.

Right now, they’re passed out on Trip’s couch. I don’t think the position is anywhere near comfortable, but they didn’t want to be away from me. And, honestly, I can’t blame them. I suggested they take Trip’s bed, but I was secretly relieved when they opted to stay close to me.

With them asleep, I might as well be alone. I’ve taken to pacing Trip’s kitchen. It’s not very big, and I’m fairly certain that if I’m at this any longer, I’m going to wear down a path in the floor. But if I don’t keep moving, I’ll go insane.

Finally, after what feels like another hour, but is likely only three minutes, the front door swings open. Even though I know it’s Trip, I still jump. With my heart still racing, I rush toward the sound of his boots being kicked off.

He smiles at me, glancing over at my sisters before whispering, “I thought you’d be asleep.”

“I don’t feel tired,” I whisper back. “I guess too much happened. My mind won’t slow down.”

“I’m sure,” he replies as he pulls me into his arms. “I’m sorry I took so long.”

I melt into his embrace. His presence makes me feel like everything’s going to be okay. He envelops me in safety when I’m in his arms. Suddenly, sleep doesn’t feel like it’s impossible. If he keeps holding onto me, I’ll finally be able to relax.

“Let's get you to my bedroom,” he says after a few seconds. “We don’t want to risk waking those two up.”

I nod, letting him lead me through his house. When we get into his bedroom, he flicks on the light. The room is just as neat as the rest of his home. Although, in here, there’s a stack of books sitting on his nightstand, and the pillows are mussed up.

There are signs of life here, and it helps me relax even further.

I’m going to be okay. That much is obvious. I have no idea what’s going to happen, but I know that my sisters and I are going to be okay.

As I settle onto the edge of Trip’s bed, I ask, “So, what happened?”

He sighs, joining me on the mattress. His thigh presses against mine, and I lean against him. As he drapes an arm over his shoulder, he says, “We got some information out of him. And you don’t have to worry about that guy or his family coming after you ever again.”

“What kind of information?”

He contemplates for a moment before saying, “You were right about your dad getting mixed up with something when he was younger. I guess he had some debts with that man’s family while he was in college.

Instead of paying up, he ran. Not that I blame him.

They seem like the kind of people who can’t ever get enough and keep raising the bar.

I’m sure that even if he had paid what he owed, they’d tell him that he still owed them more. ”

I nod, having already accepted that there were parts of my dad’s life I was never supposed to know about. Still, I can’t help but ask, “How do you know that my sisters and I are going to be safe from them?”

“The Riders of Retribution are taking care of it,” he says, squeezing me even more firmly against his side. “And I’ll personally ensure the safety of you and your sisters. You’re safe, Julia. I promised you that I was going to keep you safe. I don’t break any promises.”

“Trip,” I say, turning to meet his eyes. My heart beats in my chest, and I feel his care for me rolling off of him in waves. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he says, bringing our lips together.

The kiss starts out slow and tender. I melt into him, our love filling the room. With a sigh, I maneuver myself onto his lap, straddling his thighs. His hands fall onto my waist, holding me steady, his grip firm and burning through my clothes.

As the intensity of our contact begins to grow, I feel myself getting impossibly wet.

Knowing what he did, that he came immediately to my assistance and fought off an intruder, that he’s going to continue to keep me safe, lights something deep in my soul.

My body has no choice but to respond to his protectiveness.

I grind down against his lap greedily, wanting more but also wanting to show him my appreciation for everything he’s done for me.

An idea pops into my head, one that I’m not sure I’ll be able to execute perfectly.

I’m exhausted and inexperienced, but I’m fairly certain that Trip isn’t going to care all that much.

“Can you take your pants off and sit against the headboard?” I ask when we part, a strand of spit extending from my bottom lip to his.

“Are you going to ride me, pretty thing?” he asks, smirking as I slide off of his lap to begin getting rid of my own clothing.

“Maybe,” I say, smiling back at him as I toss my shirt onto the floor.

That kicks him into gear, and he strips quickly. I let myself stare at his rock hard cock for a few seconds before shedding the rest of my clothing. Then, I climb onto the bed after him, straddling him like I was before, though this time there aren’t any layers separating the two of us.

I kiss him again, and Trip seems content to let me take control.

He’s still guiding me, his hands tight on my hips, gently rocking them so I’m teasing his cock and my clit.

His mouth is still more insistent than my own, his tongue flicking against mine in a way that drives me crazy.

He doesn’t push any further, though. He lets me control the pace.

I take my time exploring his mouth, whining and groaning when he does something that drives me exceptionally wild. Eventually, I need more. The kissing is nice, but I want all of him. I’m aching for his dick inside me.

Reaching down between my legs, my hand finds his length. It’s huge in my palm, and if I didn’t know from our earlier tryst that he fits, I think I’d be worried. Instead, I line him up, swiping his tip through my folds like he did before.

“Oh shit,” he groans as I sink down just slightly.

His hands on my waist hold on even tighter, and I can’t help but curse under my breath at the feeling. It’s obvious that he’s trying to keep from slamming me down onto him. I admire his restraint, and a devious part of me wants to test it.

So, I stay hovering above him, sliding up and down over the tip of his length. Breathy moans escape my lips, sounds I’m unable to hold back because of how good he feels. Trip makes similar noises, though his are tinged with an edge of frustration.

I pinpoint the moment that he breaks. Something in his expression changes, and he holds onto me tightly before slamming me down onto his lap. I barely manage to cover my yelp of surprise and ecstasy, and I have to bring up my hand to cover my mouth.

Trip chuckles as he starts grinding up into me while simultaneously lifting me up and dropping me back down.

When I finally drop my hand from my mouth, he leans up to connect our lips.

He overwhelms all of my senses, and even though I was supposed to be the one in charge, he’s somehow turned the tables.

There aren’t any complaints from me, though.

In this position, Trip can reach even deeper inside of me. With every single movement, he’s hitting spots that I didn’t know existed. A pit of pleasure blooms in my stomach. I can feel my orgasm approaching already and we just got started.

It doesn’t matter, though. If I cum too soon, we have the rest of our lives. Who knows, maybe we’ll be able to get another round in before we start our days tomorrow.

“Fuck, Julia,” he groans, grinding up into me.

I gasp, digging my fingers into his shoulders and nearly collapsing onto him.

He takes it in stride, continuing to do all the work even though I’m on top.

It’s obvious that even though he’s chasing his own release, his focus is on me.

He wants to push me over the edge, and he wants to do it as quickly as possible.

So, instead of fighting the orgasm, I relax into the way Trip is working me over. I feel every inch of his cock, and the way he, in turn, feels every inch of my pussy. I whine softly, barely able to keep my head on straight as pleasure burns deep in my gut and extends to my extremities.

“Are you close?” he asks, sounding like he already knows the answer. I’m sure he does. My body has been contracting around his length and the sounds I’m making have gotten even more unrestrained. “Just let yourself go, baby. Go on, let me see how good I make you feel.”

As I rocket over the edge with his permission, I wonder if it’s possible to be trained to cum on command. I think I’d like to find out. As long as Trip is the one that’s doing the training.

Very quickly, all logical thought leaves my brain and is replaced with the internal fireworks I’ve come to associate with the man beneath me. My head spins and my thighs shake. And Trip just keeps pistoning his hips up into me.

My climax reaches its peak at the same time that Trip’s begins. I’m pumped full of his release, and I feel breathlessly in love with him. Nothing has ever been this good, but I have a feeling that if I’m with him, it’ll only get better.

Before his pleasure has completely waned, I collapse on top of him. He just wraps his arms around me tighter, keeping me close. I work toward catching my breath, melting into his embrace.

“I want you and your sisters to stay with me,” he says, leaving no room for debate.

“I know there’s only one bedroom in this house, I’ve got plenty saved up; I’ll start looking for a place big enough for all of us.

And you don’t have to work again if you don’t want to.

I mean it when I say I’m going to take care of you and keep you safe. ”

“I couldn’t just not work,” I say, closing my eyes and listening to the sound of him breathing. “But I’m happy to let you take care of me. You’ve already proven that you’re more than capable.”

He chuckles, kissing the top of my head as he murmurs, “I love you.”

With a smile on my face and sleep tapping at the edges of my consciousness, I say, “I love you, too.”